Page 110 of A Tempting Seduction

“Feel pretty happy with yourself, don’t you?”

Her pretty green eyes glittered with mirth. “Maybe.”

I clasped her wrists in one hand and stretched them above her head. Then I bent down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and proceeded to torture her like she had tortured me. I sucked, and scraped, and teased until she was calling my name. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I felt just how wet she was for me.

I switched to her other breast and feasted. Then I moved lower.

“What do you think, Ruby? Should I taste your belly button?”

She stopped breathing. I had my answer.

I kneaded the soft flesh of her stomach and then dipped the tip of my tongue into her belly button, and she let out a long wail that sounded like my name. Ah. She liked this. I kept at it, and she tried to get her hands loose, and I finally relented. She grabbed my hair and pulled hard. It felt good. I peeled her legs off my waist and spread them wide.

“Your pussy is beautiful, sweetheart. Ruby red and so wet for me.”

She yanked harder at my hair. I could tell it was a rebuke. “You keep pulling my hair like that, and I’ll just keep saying how idiotable you are. How much I want to taste you.”

She let go of my hair.

I parted her folds and took a good long taste of her cream. The tangy taste shot through me like fine whiskey. I could get drunk on this woman, but I needed to keep my head. I needed to give her as much… no. I needed to give her even more pleasure than she had given me. Ruby deserved all the pleasure, all the caring, all the love that I could possibly bestow.

I took my time, just like I wanted to. Lazy forays around Ruby’s swollen clit had her whimpering, whispering my name, over and over again. I was lost in a world of my own making, drunk on her taste, her sounds, her body, as I continued to tease her.

Her whimpers changed to sounds bordering on real distress and I looked up. There was my woman, stretched out like a goddess, need and want showing clearly on her face.

“Please, Ford.”

I lifted my head. “Shhh, baby. I’ve got you.” I dipped back down and drew the taut bundle of nerves back into my mouth, and suckled hard, my teeth scraping just a little and she screamed.

My name.

She screamed my name, as her release roared through her.

I moved up and pulled her trembling body into my arms. I pressed her cheek against my chest, hoping my steady heartbeat would help to bring hers back into a normal rhythm. Soon she was breathing normally again.

I continued to stroke her beautiful, silky hair. I could spend hours playing with Ruby’s hair.

Then I felt wetness on my chest, and I tensed.

“Ruby, baby. Are you crying?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” Her words were soft and confused.

I tried to tilt her chin up so I could see her eyes, but she stayed tucked against me.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong? Or right?” I hated feeling helpless.

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” she whispered.

“What?” Now that didn’t make a blasted bit of sense.

“You’ve had to roll around in the filth of my life, and you could have died because of it. I’m hardly bringing anything at all to you.”

I lifted her higher, so that we were eye to eye—if she’d just open her eyes, that was. “I’m glad to hear you say hardly. Ruby, sweetheart. You’re still probably overtired, and the wicked witches of Beverly Hills did quite the number on you. These last seven weeks have been the happiest I've been in ten years.”

That got her eyes to open.

“I laugh so much with you. That’s because you’re fun. I love just spending time with you talking about anything and nothing. That’s because you’re intelligent and well-read. I adore watching you with my nieces and nephews. That’s because you’re a natural nurturer. And you make me feel cherished. Nobody has ever made me feel so loved before.”